Chapter 7
Ron and Harry sat at the dining table in Harry's house, conversing about Hermione.
Never thought she had it in her," Ron stated, still dumbfounded.
"Well, it's typical. Just like in the movies," Harry said.
"Movies?" Ron had no idea what Harry was talking about.
"Oh, it's a Muggle thing. Don't ask," he sighed.
"C'mon, buddy! I'm disappointed too, but you know how stubborn Hermi is! We'll never be able to change her mind!"
"Yeah, but Draco?! That's just ridiculous!" Harry shouted in Ron's face. Ron blinked.
"Dude! Look at yourself! At least she wasn't your girl!" Ron exclaimed.
"'Dude' she was not your girl!" Harry rolled his eyes as he said this.
"I'm not gonna take this abuse!" Ron yelled, getting up from the chunky, oak chair. He stormed out.
"Okay, whatever…" Harry told himself. He needed to have a long talk with Hermione. Since she had a phone too, he decided to call her. He didn't feel like leaving the house, after all. Picking up the receiver, he dialed her number. One ring. Two… three… four… five rings. Click.
"Hi, this is Hermione. I can't come to the phone right now, so please leave a message at the beep."
Harry slammed the phone down. "Damn machine."
He grabbed his coat and was out the door. He needed a long walk.
"I don't know what is wrong with me. Why am I obsessing over this?" he spoke aloud to himself. "It's not like I love her."
He stopped dead in his tracks. He blinked repeatedly, eyes stinging with tears. Running, he headed back home.
After about five minutes, he reached his front door, breathing heavily. Fumbling with his keys, he finally managed to get it open. He rushed to Hedwig's cage, not caring if Muggles saw her at Hermione's place. Quickly, he scribbled a not on the pad next to the cage, tied it to the owl's leg, and sent her out the window. Sighing, the tousle-haired wizard returned to his room and lay down to think.
~*~
Draco and Hermione stood on her doorstep upon returning from Hogsmeade.
"I had a great time, Draco," Hermione sighed.
"Me too. Thank you for realizing me for the person I am now, not the," Draco said, leaning in for a kiss. As they broke apart, Draco waved good-bye and was gone.
"Hey, Hedwig! What are you doing here? Has Harry sent me a letter trying to persuade me away from Draco?" she joked as she walked in the door. She held out her arm for Hedwig to perch on and untied the note from the owl's leg.
Dear Hermione,
After what happened with Draco this morning, I was very upset with your decision to date him. I took a walk, turning a question over and over in my mind. And then this crossed my mind—"It's not like I love her." That was what made me run home and write this letter. Hermione, I guess what I'm trying to say is… I… I love you.
Love,
Harry
Hermione fainted immediately after she finished reading the hastily scribbled letter.
~*~
A/N: I'm typin em up as fast as I can! I'm trying to finish my oldest fics, so that I have less going all at the same time. I'm getting tired of having hmm… let's see… six or so fics going on at the same time. It's REALLY hard to keep from crossing stories and getting everything totally screwed, so you probably won't see any new fictions for awhile, though I will be updating what I have that's unfinished. Please review!!!!